Recovering playwright, once won a STRANGER Genius Award for theater. Now writing about drinking and jobs I've worked, when not drinking or working.

03/05/2015

Better Dead, But Rich'll Do

I don't even have a dog in the fight that Brendan Kiley's pulled me into here, but I think I might have to rent one. Me on Face Book yesterday

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Before I retired from theatre nearly two years ago I liked to write essays about the art form’s problems (“On Institutional Arrogance”), and what made it great, (“How Can I Talk About the Borrowers?”), but I never did manage to write all the essays I wanted to. By the end, I had a whole file full of titles I would never flesh out. I even wrote an essay about that (“Surplus Titles”). One of my favorite leftovers was “Better Dead”, under which I intended to provide an explanation to the uninitiated that despite the image they might hold in their minds of playwrights being central to the making of theatre in modern America, the fact is, our absence is the usual and preferred state of engagement, and if we can manage to be dead, preferably for a long enough time that our work is in the public domain, then we are even more popular among our non-playwriting theatre colleagues.

Corey McDaniel Okay....so I'm going to go way out on a limb here…. No theatre that I know of, especially in Seattle, can pay their bills on tickets sales alone. As producers, theatres are looking for Great Plays, Great Artists to work with, and "angels" to help pay the bills. If you can get all three in on person, why on earth is this a bad thing?...

My response, after much back and forth including many other parties:

Paul Mullin Because, yeah, what sort of qualifications DO you need to write a play? It's not like acting or directing or designing or, you know, disciplines that require talent, experience and training.

Let me be clear for the sake of brevity. I care less about the current “patron-as-artist” model in use at ACT and more about the fact that many directors and actors in Seattle seem to think it’s no big deal for someone to buy their way in as a playwright (or, in fairness co-playwright) (Read Kiley’s article for details. I can’t really bear to rehash them). Why this willingness to throw playwrights under the patronage bus now? It’s really no mystery to anyone who has spent more than a few years as a playwright, or has brought anything to full production as one. Most actors and directors, and really all theatre professionals, spend most of their careers without a playwright in the room. To them, we are a magical species. Everyone loves a unicorn! You would never want to watch a unicorn die; but neither would you want to bank your livelihood on keeping one alive. Actors, directors and designers will only really give a shit about rich people buying away their roles in the theatre when rich people threaten to do exactly that. And who knows how far away that day may be?

First they came for the playwrights, and I said nothing, because really, what the fuck? How hard could it be?

Honestly, when I told Brendan Kiley I thought the situation was “laughably corrupt” I begged him to emphasize the “laughably” part. I honestly think it’s hilarious. If I were still writing plays I would be deeply tempted to write one about a rich CEO who thought he could write a play aggrandizing his own hero’s journey, and “leave the theatrics” to be provided by the theatre folks. It’s just such a richly absurd commentary, all by itself, on the state of our art form that it really doesn’t need much embellishment. And if I could think of a nastier way to curse the rich than saying, “Come on and fall in love with this amazing self-debilitated art form and let it bruise your soul as deeply as it has mine”, perhaps I would. I’d be in good company. Jesus cursed the rich. But Jesus was a better man than I am, and could afford such luxuries. Instead, I will simply wish the rich well, and genuinely hope they can do more than I ever could to save my beloved former art form from utter museumification.

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And now I need to say something on a more personal note. I love John Langs. I don’t just love him as an artist and collaborator, who gave me some of the best productions of my plays I’ve ever had; I love him as a brother. He is a friend that I will always admire and hope to always enjoy a regular happy hour with. But sadly, even John spends less time with new plays than he should. And while my good buddy holds absolutely zero blame for my retirement, the fact that I saw and worked with him way less after he landed his job at ACT is part of the reason it’s easier for me to walk away. If I can’t work with the likes of John Langs—the best in the business—and I can’t, then I really don’t want to stay and play. (And it’s not John’s fault. I am not blaming John. I can’t say that enough. It’s just the way things are.)

So to my dear (former) colleagues in the theatre, my friends who are actors, directors, designers, stage managers, producers and every other function that anyone performs to realize this great art form, I say to you, in the event that a rich person decides they want to pay to play at what you do, please know that you can always come cry on my shoulder. And to my (former) fellow playwrights? What can I say to you, my poor unicorns? Get busy getting rich, or get busy dying; ‘cuz those are the ways you make friends in this business.

Paul, no offense, but you are not old enough yet to have retired from anything. No offense meant, and I hope none is taken. No offense. Really.

I'm a born Seattleite, and a Filmmaker, and a Los Angeles Stage Impresario. I Produced 3,125 stage shows in Hollywood, 6 shows a week for a dozen years 1985-1997. Since 2001, I Summer in Seattle, and Winter in LA.

You think the theatre racket is poor in Seattle? Try absolute zero, in the heat of LA. I tell people I made a small fortune in the theatre business. I started with a large fortune, is the problem.

LA has only the TV and Movie business, and aside from a few corporate and sponsored subscription houses, there's no live stage theatre.

Only a handful of sad, insane Indy stage people exist. Either building new little theatres from failed tattoo parlors, or being pushed out by new and more robust businesses, mostly offering tattoo removal. Oh, it's an ugly game.

If somebody does a revival of "Guys And Dolls" in New York, it will go up at the Winter Garden Theatre. If somebody does it in Los Angeles, it's in somebody's garage.

(I actually saw a fine Broadway show, at a converted garage. They hung sets and props on the hydraulic hoist, the cast performed around a spinet piano, and the "conversion" consisted of spreading newspapers over the oil pit). But I digress.

When somebody gets a show to last a whole weekend in LA, it's cause for celebration. If more than a couple weeks, there's talk - it's a HIT!

Newspapers are called, Agents are notified, somebody papers the house in case there's a review, and somebody else brings in a video camera. Cast and crew are excited - We're shooting a Pilot!

The resulting bad video and unintelligible sound is messengered, mailed, or pushed under the door of anybody who works at ABC. Receptionists, Janitors, and Security Guards receive "Pilots."

One in a hundred productions bothers to make follow-up calls, or scans email, mail, and phone for any "interest." There is none.

The entire LA Theatre game is revealed in these episodes - What we think as the LA theatre business, is really only the flaky edge of TV. Everybody wants to make a video of a stage show,
to sell to TV, to make yet more TV.

That's all preamble, so I could ask this - You guys get Angels who want to pay for a show, but somehow you feel accepting Patronage would be unethical or beneath you, because they'd be in the show?

My question is, and don't take this the wrong way - Are you crazy?

Say yes to the nice Angel, take the money, put him on the stage and do the show. Do a good job, and maybe he'll ask to do another show. If he isn't any good, I'm sure that will get mention by reviewers, and that generally takes care of the problem.

I know plenty of Producers who started by spending their inheritance on their star turn, and either were successful, or stuck to Producing thereafter. Sometimes it works, too!

Or, if you can't in good conscience let the Angel have his turn onstage, give me the nice Angel's name.

"If I were still writing plays I would be deeply tempted to write one about a rich CEO who thought he could write a play aggrandizing his own hero’s journey, and “leave the theatrics” to be provided by the theatre folks. It’s just such a richly absurd commentary, all by itself, on the state of our art form that it really doesn’t need much embellishment."
PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, write this play. Please.

I'm going to ACT tonight to see a play written by a child. She was my student seven or eight years ago when she was in preschool. ACT fosters/harbors/promotes such a variety that it reminds me of a mutual fund (to keep the rich theme running)--diverse investment with the hope of staying afloat. I would love to see the play about the CEO too. It could also make a fine novel or movie. Think about it, please.

There is probably a serious discussion about "patronage" as a model for funding theater, a profoundly expensive art form if one makes even a pretense of paying artists for their time (which is why I'm happy to work for nominal stipends if the project is worthy, but am also grateful when UMO gives me an opportunity to make new, innovative, highly personal work for a reasonable hourly wage). Given how often the work I do has been subsidized by grants, I'm ultimately rather sanguine about the notion of receiving money from a wealthy individual, provided the individual has the good sense and impeccable taste to leave my collaborators and me to the work we do and the choices we make. And if it's naive to imagine that generators of wealth will have that good taste and good sense, well, it's probably also naive to imagine that the state would do so, but we've managed, so far, to act in good faith without compromising our vision, and to receive the grants offered. In many ways, an individual benefactor might be preferable to a corporate sponsorship, given the capital-focused groupthink of corporations ... but then, my own flavor of work could probably find kindred spirits in independent record labels and such, so maybe there's even a way down that path that doesn't suck.

The problem is, there isn't much point in a serious discussion of patronage v. other models of funding here, because by all accounts, "Seven Ways to Get There" isn't an example of patronage, really. It has some of the hallmarks (rich benefactor, artists getting paid), but this doesn't because there was an artist or group of artists that Clark wanted to subsidize in doing their own work. It exists because a generator of wealth felt (apparently because he's never seen a contemporary play) that a story about the inner turmoil of a generator of wealth, as told by way of light drama disguised as dark comedy, is something urgently needed on the American stage.

There has been some rumbling about our misgivings being about Clark not being the "right kind of people," another example of our effete/elitist snobbery, and I'm sure there's some of that happening. But I think we can reasonably object to wealth being the deciding factor as to which stories are told.

Though I must say, Sam's argument amuses. I don't know how instructive it is, but I imagine there might be something to it.